In forests wide, I walked alone,
seeking a place I could call my own.
The path was silent, the night was deep,
yet the questions in me refused to sleep.

Some found the road within their chest,
and the stars themselves gave them rest.
But those who never faced their soul
were burned by the journey that took its toll.

I too was thirsty for the peak,
no comfort, no hand, no voice to speak.
I lost myself in a fleeting desire,
and my pain dissolved into quiet fire.